Silas Jackson Novels & Stories

She seems so warm and loving, just radiating joy…is this really the woman who is notorious for hitting victims directly between the eyes? “And this must be the infamous Dasha we’ve heard so much about. Or would you prefer Aconite?” announces a deep voice. I look across the kitchen island to see an older – dare I say hunkier – version of Silas, standing with his hands in his jeans radiating equal amounts of ‘don’t fuck with me’ and ‘come fuck me’ energy. Damn! No one told me Akephaloi was so hot! But I should have assumed given Silas is his son. He’s 6’3 with wavey dark brown hair down to just above his shoulders. He has a trimmed beard that is starting to turn grey, but even under the beard,

" He paused, his jaw clenched. There was a silence between us, filled with inexpressible emotions. A part of me wanted to throw it back at him, remind him of his transgressions but, another part of me, a small fragile part, was affected by this vulnerable side of him that I hadn't seen before. The confident, carefree Jaxon , who always seemed to have everything under control, was baring his soul, his emotions revealed. "Jaxon," I said softly, my voice tinged with new curiosity. “Why are you here?" He looked at me, looking into my eyes. “Because I… I care about you, Ayla. More than you think. "

I smirked. "What the hell are you trying to say?" Jake looked at me, bewildered. "She's talking about me, you jerk," Silas snarled as he delivered a powerful blow to Jake's face, causing him to stagger back. Drake arrived in his car, accompanied by Yuri and Letty, and the older women stepped out. I had just texted Silas from my hidden phone, so why were they here?

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Cold steel barrels pressed hard against the back of Jordan’s skull. "We got 'em, boss," Earl laughed, pressing a heavy boot directly between Jordan’s shoulder blades. Silas walked slowly down into the ditch. He looked down at the bleeding Alpha heir, then at the terrified girl pinned in the mud. A cruel, victorious smile stretched his scarred face. He reached into his pocket for a pair of heavy silver restraints. A sharp, electronic buzzing erupted from his leather coat. Frowning, Silas pulled his burner phone out. He checked the screen. Holding up a hand to stop his men, he pressed the phone to his ear.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

I climbed into the SUV and the heavy door slammed shut behind me, cutting me off from the rest of the world with its tinted windows and leather interior. Silas was sitting on the opposite side of the leather bench, wearing a dark charcoal suit that probably cost more than my entire education. His legs were crossed, a glass of scotch resting easily in his hand, and he looked completely relaxed. He looked satisfied. "You watched," I said, and it wasn't a question. "From the beginning." "Of course I watched," he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world. My stomach turned. He had watched me destroy Liam, watched me cry. Watched the whole thing play out like it was entertainment.

His face softened as his hand stilled against me. “They’re moving more lately,” I whispered. “It’s weird. After everything... they’re still fighting.” Nick didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The way he closed his eyes for a second, like he was saying a silent thank you to the Moon Goddess, said everything. “I don’t want to be scared anymore,” I added. “I’m done feeling like a ghost in my own life.” “You don’t have to wait much longer,” he said. “Logan and Taylor are still watching her. Every day. She hasn’t done anything suspicious lately, but if she slips up—”

She could tell he really put effort into feeding her, and while she appreciated it, she still couldn't really bring herself to trust Silas. "Sure, I'll start. I'm Silas Graham, thirty years old, and I love cooking and listening to music, although work keeps me pretty busy. I work as a businessman and live alone; my family is in the countryside—Mom, Dad, and my sister. Right now, my main goal is to help you heal and bring joy into your life. I want to show you the brighter side of life and make you happy. I truly believe I can do that. How about you?" Silas asked.

Jackson said playing with my hair. I took a deep breath and took a step back. "It could be a fight until surrender or a fight until death and knowing Silas, he will fight to the death." I replied. "I don't like that idea, no. There has to be other rules." Jackson said shaking his head. "There isn't. Each opponent will get to chose their choice of weapon. She has her siphon. She will be fine." Xander said. "He is right, Silas doesn't have anything as strong as what I have. It'll be a tough battle but one I can win." I said softly. I knew Jackson didn't like hearing it but it is the truth. Jackson nodded slowly before placing his lips on mine. "I'll see you soon." Jackson whispered before he p